You don't know rock bottom
You don't know what it's like
selling your body
just to provide for your child.
I'm stuck in a constant state of
emptiness.
I'm disgusting
dirty
cheap...
This is what my life has come to.
I never thought this would be me.
I'm fighting so hard
just to keep my head above water
but God
I'm so fucking tired.
I want to die.
I dream of it.
I pray for it all to end.
Because I do know rock bottom.
That's where I live.
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Comments4
Great write,
Hodgetiger said it best. The rawness. I am hoping this is not your real life but only poetic license. If indeed it is, find someone that you respect and ask if they will mentor you to find a way out. Hugs.
Thank you all
So much, in so few words ... your words are worth more than a thousand pictures ... keep releasing, I'd be wrong to say it's beautiful, but how else to express the sentiment... well I appreciate it in a certain way I cannot describe... thank you.
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